nothing i would change

You hurt me. You broke me. You made me bleed more than anyone ever has. It’s funny though. When I met you it felt like our souls knew each other. It felt like they had intertwined and we were supposed to meet. It felt like I knew you from when I was little. I thought that we’d be friends forever. No matter how far apart we were, somehow I thought that we’d always know each other. I always believed in us. No matter how bad the argument or how terrible the fight got. I had hope that we’d grow old as friends and be there for each other through all the upside downs.

I told you that no matter what, I’d be there for you. You promised me the same. I told you that if you were laying awake at three a.m and you couldn’t stop thinking to call me and I’d listen to you ramble for hours and hours on end. I promised you that if you were crying I’d wipe away your tears. I promised that even if I were miles away from you I’d come back if you were hurting and needed me. I promised that nothing would ever change my mind and make me hate you, because I can’t hate you. My soul and heart won’t let me.

To me you were always going to be there. To me I thought that our promises would never die. I thought that, as long as we were both alive our promises to each other would live. You made me believe that. Actually, I made myself believe that. I didn’t want to listen to my brain or my parents. When they told me to watch out I didn’t listen. When they said that we became friends too quickly I didn’t believe them.

Someone important to me believes that something I wrote is based off of them and it as been hurting our relationship, how do I get them to know that it's not them?

I don’t know. I don’t think it’s possible to persuade people that you didn’t write about them. There is one long-ago short story of mine in which every former girlfriend of mine saw herself reflected, and each of them made a point of telling me that she had read it (I think they were flattered) and obviously the person in it was her, and I realised that nothing I could ever say about the story would change anybody’s mind.

That’s because it’s almost impossible to explain to anybody who hasn’t done it that the way we make fiction is a sort of composting process in which things we see and feel and experience and think and imagine are put into our minds and then rot down into a black compost, in which new things grow. Or for that matter that you can steal the way that one person plays with their hair and the way another person sighs and always turns up late and grow a third person who isn’t either of them out of it.

So you can tell them it’s not them in your fiction. But they will still believe what they will. Perhaps instead you should just work on the relationship, and if they are worried about issues of privacy (or whatever) being compromised by what you write, tell them you must have done it without realising, and will do your best to make sure they aren’t in any more stories of yours, even unwittingly.

I hope this helps. (You will probably find a lot more wisdom than this in the comments or the reblogs.)

‘you should have been born a boy’
she said to the excitable kid
with scraped-up knees
muddy hands and
unruly tangled curls
coming in from playing football.

‘i’m sure you should have been a boy’
she said to the child sat
crying over an argos catalogue
because the red power ranger costume
didn’t come in ‘girls sizes’.

‘for god’s sake, i thought i raised a girl’
she said to the teenager asking
for a laser quest party for their 16th
for clothes from the men’s section
for permission to cut all their
‘beautiful long curls’ off that you always said
you hated.

but then you discovered that you
didn’t raise a girl.
and you also didn’t raise a boy.
you raised something,
someONE
in between
new, remixed, not-quite-girl
and they wanted to be called they.

and you said you still loved them
and you said you would try
but nothing changed.

i am the daughter
i ‘should have been born a boy’
i am ‘them’

surely your first born is worth the effort of
a single syllable

i’m from a straight cis family
in a straight cis community
in a STRAIGHT
CIS
WORLD
so how are they supposed to know
that every
‘she’
feels like a punch in the gut and every
‘her’
feels like a razor cut and
trust me
i know exactly what that feels like

‘all you talk about is pronouns
there are people fighting wars!’
well i’m at war with a world
that doesn’t believe i even
fucking exist
so
fucking deal with the fact that
the world is changing and
people are
finally
finding themselves

you encouraged me to be myself
to aim high and achieve my dreams
well i HAVE found myself

and they are right here, in front of you, bearing their soul
opening themself up to you
straining for your approval
for your acceptance
for your
love

so whether i was raised a girl
or should have been born a boy
this is what you’re stuck with
this is WHO you’re stuck with
so suck it up
because i don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.

“y/n stop!” Stiles screamed from his jeep but it was hard to hear in the pouring rain.

I didn’t pay attention, I just kept walking. Stiles pulled his jeep over, climbing out and running to catch me.

“stop and let me talk!” Stiles said roughly yanking my arm so I would stop walking.

“there is NOTHING you can say to change things Stiles.” I said yanking my arm out of his grasp and continuing to walk forward.

“I don’t even know what this is about?” Stiles yelled running a hand through his hair.

I tried to think back to the exact moment when things changed. Eveyrthing and everyone was different.

“you won’t even tell me?” He asked coming to stand in front of me.

“no, I don’t need to hear anymore of your lies!”

“y/n talk to me!“ Stiles said more desperate now.

“talk to you? why huh? Its not like you talk to me! I had to find out everything from Theo!” I screamed angry tears streaming down my face.

“Theo? what did he tell you?” Stiles asked grabbing my hands in his.

“you know what he told me.” I said glaring at him and ripping my hands from his.

“y/n I didn’t mean to, it was a mistake okay.” Stiles said taking a step back.

“a mistake that didn’t have to be made!” I screamed pulling my hair, completely frustrated by now.

“yeah well y/n some people have to make mistakes okay! Some of us are human!” Stiles screamed standing directly in front of me again.

Never once has he brought up the fact that I was different. I discovered my abilities when my name was on the deadpool list. I was called a djinn, I could create powerful hallucinations in people’s minds. Stiles was there for me, helping me to learn control that much power. He even went as far as taking a bullet to the shoulder when someone was shooting at me. Along the way we fell in love but now everything was falling apart. I felt a few more tears fall down my face.

“y/n i’m sorry I didn’t mean it that way.” Stiles said a few tears rolling down his cheeks as well.

I walked around him continuing to walk away but this time he didn’t stop me, he just let me go. I arrived at my house freezing and soaked from the rain.

“i’ve been waiting for you.” I heard a familiar voice say from a dark corner of the room.

“well here I am.” I snapped flipping on the light switch.

Theo sat in a chair across the room, his claws extended. He laughed as he stood up sauntering his way over to me.

“what’s wrong? trouble in paradise?” He asked with that same stupid look on his face.

“you were right, he admitted to it.“ I said slamming my bag down on the table.

"he did?” Theo asked almost as if he were surprised.

I gave him a look warily. Yesterday Theo told me he saw Stiles kissing his ex-girlfriend Malia Tate.

“why do you seem so surprised?” I asked raising my eyebrows.

“I just didn’t know if he’d own up to his mistake.” Theo rushed out.

I sighed walking up the stairs to my bedroom. I could feel Theo on my heels. On my bedside table was a picture of me and Stiles. I grabbed it throwing it across the room. The glass shattered in pieces, but that wasn’t enough for me. I picked up the picture, slicing my hand on a piece of glass in the process. I ripped the picture until I couldn’t rip it any further.

“feel better now?” Theo asked standing in my doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

I was breathing heavily, all my anger flowing through me.

“that right y/n get angry, anger makes you stronger.” Theo said clapping his hands together.

my blood was boiling at his encouragement.

“you know who you should really be angry at? Malia. She kissed him too. You should show her who is really in charge.” Theo growled coming to stand by me.

I thought about his words for a second. At this point I was so angry I was considering what he said. I was probably the most powerful of the pack, next to Lydia and Parrish. I could totally incapacitate her, make her feel pain, my pain. That was exactly what I was going to do.

“lets go.” I growled clenching my fists.

Theo and I walked out to his truck climbing in. I knew where she’d be, she’d be with the pack.

“you know the pack may try to stop you.” Theo said glancing over at me.

“than I’ll take them out too.” I growled still feeling my blood boiling.

“i’m sure you will.” Theo smirked returning his eyes back to the road.

We pulled in the school parking lot. I didn’t take anytime in getting out and rushing to the library.

“Malia.” I growled seeing her standing with Scott, Stiles, and Lydia.

Malia gave me a confused look before placing her hands on her head. She let out a scream of pain as I entered her head. Her eyes turned completely white, experiencing the hallucination that I was making her see. I brought her back to the night of the car accident, I made her see herself ripping her family to shreds. She fell on the ground passing out from the pain.

“y/n stop! what are you doing?” Scott said rushing over to me and grabbing my shoulders.

I directed my powers at Scott, getting into his mind now. I made him see Allison dying again, but instead of the oni killing her, he did. Scott growled bringing his hands to his head. He followed the same actions as Malia did.

“stop y/n this isn’t you!” Lydia cried.

I turned my attention towards Lydia now. She tried to fight me off but I still got inside her head. I made her see herself getting attacked by peter over and over again.

“Y/n.” Stiles said stepping closer.

“stay back.” I growled getting out of Lydia’s head.

“y/n babe do you remember what you told me, huh you told me that you didn’t want to be a monster. I promised you that I wouldn’t let you. I’m keeping my promise.” Stiles said stepping even closer.

I could feel the tears slip down my cheeks as I thought back to that night.

The assassin was quickly gaining on me and Stiles. I took a deep breath turning towards the assassin. I tried to control my powers, getting in his head. He screamed placing his hands over his head.

“please stop.” The guy begged falling to the ground.

I didn’t stop. I didn’t have control over it.

“y/n stop.” Stiles said placing his hand over mine.

“oh god stop.” The guy screamed again.

“Stiles I don’t know how to stop.” I cried.

Stiles turned me around placing his lips on mine. I kissed him back feeling like my heart was about to explode. I felt myself get out of the guys head and focus on my kiss with Stiles.

“Y/n look out!” Stiles screamed pushing me out of the way.

The guy pulled the trigger of the gun shooting Stiles in the shoulder. I ran over knocking the gun out of his hand and punching him in the face, knocking him out. Stiles was gripping his shoulder in pain. I ran back over to him taking his head in my hands.

“Stiles i’m so sorry.” I said feeling the tears fall down my cheeks.

“It’s not your fault.” Stiles said placing a bloody hand on my cheek.

“yes it is, I’m a monster.”

“y/n you’re not a monster, okay I won’t let you become one either. I promise.” Stiles said kissing my lips again.

I believed every word he said.

I snapped out of my thoughts feeling the tears fall down my face again.

“Stiles.” I breathed.

Stiles ran over taking me in his arms while I sobbed.

“Stiles I’m so sorry I was just so mad about you kissing Malia and..” I started but was cut off by Stiles.

“I never kissed Malia.”

“you didn’t?” I asked confused.

“No, y/n I killed Donovan okay? I didn’t cheat on you. Killing Donovan was an accident, I would never intentionally hurt you, y/n remember I love you.” Stiles said putting a hand on my cheek.

“you see I thought about that, that’s why I always have a back up plan.”

Before I had time to react Tracy Stewart had scratched me and Stiles, paralyzing us with her kanima venom. Theo walked over pulling a jar out of his pocket.

“you see these y/n?” Theo asked showing me the contents of the jar.

“These come from a powerful creature who could take others power. They let me take power. Y/n I want your power.” Theo said pulling out the talons from the jar and putting them on his claws.

“if you touch her I swear to god.” Stiles spat from beside me.

I felt my heart beat pick up as Theo got closer.

“Theo don’t!” Stiles begged.

But Theo had already made up his mind. He bent down sticking the talons in my stomach. I felt the power and life being drained from me. I coughed up blood as Theo stuck the talons in deeper. Theo sucked in a sharp breath as my power surged into him.

♡Don’t imagine Keith or Lance accidentally drinking a love portion
♡They don’t know it’s a love potion just a tasty drink
♡Shiro rushes over to tell them but is stopped by the fact that neither of them are really reacting? ??
♡they look to be fine? Pidge what the heck u said they both just took a super strong love potion that would have them heads-over-heals for each other????
♡they. .. did ??? They should be smitten as kittens right now? ??
♡they decide to step back and just watch the two for side effect
♡they wouldn’t let their teammates suffer under the lack of control of a love potion but… if it was a dud or something???
♡then no need to worry them right?
♡so the days go on and. ..
♡nothing
♡the Red and Blue paladins argue, bicker, make fun, and spar with eachother as they do everyday
♡pidge and Hunk keep a close eye on them tho
♡"so like??? Did the potion not work???“
♡"or maybe they already???”
♡"omg"
♡"they already like eachoth–!“ Pidge has to practically climb Hunk to throw a hand over his mouth so Lance and Keith don’t hear him
♡this was in fact not needed as it seemed the Red and Blue paladins where completely 100% focused
♡on eachother
♡the day comes to an end along with the timer pidge set for how long the potion would last and…
♡nothing changed
♡and nothing happened

descendants 2 lyrical sentence meme .

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS / ETC .

ways to be wicked

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we got all the ways to be wicked .
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looks like this place could use a bit of misbehavior .
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wanna try it ?
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take a bite . ❜
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be bold !
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class is back in session !
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mother always knows best .
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with us evil lives on .
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❛ let’s go !
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what’s my name

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all hands on deck !
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i’m getting tired of the disrespect .
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our sail’s about to be set .
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what’s my name ?
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soon the world will be ours .
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i’m the queen of this town .
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i call the shots .
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bad girls have all the fun !
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ready , here we come !
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we always get our way .
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all eyes on me , let me see ‘em .
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i see your eyes on me boys .
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chillin’ like a villain

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everybody’s got a wicked side .
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watch and learn so you can get it right .
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you need to not stare .
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you need to not be yourself .
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you wanna be cool ? let me show you how !
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you look like you would lose a fight to an alley cat .
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you need to watch your back .
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don’t make a sound !
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i’m giving it my best shot .
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it’s hard being what i’m not .
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you’re gonna get us caught !
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i think i found the worst in myself .
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space between

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i didn’t know what you were going through .
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i thought that you were fine .
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why did you have to hide ?
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i didn’t wanna let you down .
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i would never stop you .
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even though we’ve changed , nothing has to change .
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i’ll never be out of reach .
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nothing can stay the same .
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be proud of all the scars .
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i’ll never really leave you .
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there are no words left to say .
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this is not the end !
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you’re part of who i am .
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even if we’re worlds apart , you’re still in my heart .
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we can meet in the space between .
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it’s going down

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let’s get this party started !
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i swear i’m cold - hearted .
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i’m not here for debating .
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ask yourself how long you think i’ll remain patient .
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let’s all just be smart !
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your bark is much worse than your bite !
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bring it on !
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make your move .
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your time is running out !
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you should really watch your mouth .
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it’s a do or die situation !
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make one wrong move and i’ll debilitate him .
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release him now !
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we get it , chill .
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we don’t have to light the fuse .
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whatever you do it’s gonna be a lose - lose .
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there’s gotta be a better way .
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i promise i’ll give you your chance !
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make the trade !
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you and me

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i thought i gave it everything .
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it’s worth it in the end .
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together we can change the world .
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do you wish that you were something else ?
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i promise we can work this out .
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it’s up to me ! ❜

“ ‘There! I told Mordred he had nothing to fear!’ Nimue gasps a little as she finds her voice. ‘I told him Morgan would not change. I told him nothing could undo her hate for Arthur.’ I, Taliesin, am speechless with amazement. Can Nimue really not feel the truth? Can the night so bewitch, so distort, so deceive her senses? Or do we find each in this story what we want to hear? Morgan the wicked witch, Arthur the noble king. Their tragedy is our misunderstanding.”

A/N: A lot of you guys said you wanted more Sam in this series, but I don’t think this is what you had in mind huhuuhuhuu. Imma try to incorporate his character more in the series bc I do agree that he has been neglected!

“I understand if you want me to leave,” Y/N mumbled against his chest, her grip on his jacket loosening itself.

“Leave? Leave where?” Dean asked, confused at her words.

“I betrayed your trust. I didn’t believe you. I nearly gave the Colt to Crowley! You have a million and one reasons to hate me!”

“Hey, none of that,” Dean rebutted sharply. “I told you when you left that I would never hate you. You’re family, and nothing will change that.”

“Okay.”

“C’mon. Let’s go back to the motel.” Dean helped her to get on her feet, letting her lean on him for support before stabilizing herself. “You good?”

“Yea.” She kept a hand around his elbow for support as they made the short trip back to their motel room.

When they went back in, Sam was just putting on his shirt, his jeans already on, and his hair still wet from the shower.

“Where’d you guys go?” he asked, before his gaze settling on Y/N’s bruised neck. “What the hell? What happened?” In two giant steps, he was in front of her, a gentle had lifting her head to examine her blue-tinted skin.

“I stole the Colt,” Y/N replied.

“What? Why would you do that?” Sam’s eyes widened in shock.

“I stole it for Crowley. He said he needed it.”

The youngest Winchester took three steps backwards, as if her skin was fire that burned his skin.

11.9.2017// Guys I am in my 4th semester in med school, isnt it wild? Like I remember getting in and writing it on my tumblr and how sweet and supportive all of you were, and now I am almost done with my second year in med school and let me tell you this has been such a crazy experience, like I love it, but it was not what I expected, ofcourse I would change it for nothing in this world, I got my bestfriends here, I think that I “found myself” even though that sounds so cheesy, but university really is something else…

I am going through my dailies page which you can find on my site, and I am getting a little emotional actually, looking back at the person I was back then and how much I have grown is so weird. I did take a break from tumblr because I did fail exams and it was very difficult to get into that “study mindset” because this is so different than high school and studying is so different aswell so I set a lot of time aside to try to “learn how to study” all over again, because the methods I used in high school which got me A’s does not work here.

But!! I am back and I just need tumblr, it is my therapy, it is my source of motivation and I just love it, so this time im gonna be on here for real, and not leave, I promise. Hey maybe I can set up a give away soon? What do you guys want me to give away? Stationary or journals? I have done a couple of journals but we are reaching almost the 100K so maybe the give away should be a little more this time?

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.

Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?